all of a sudden passion suddenly

[Palba_Noruda]

A paper

 

[butters]

this thread amazes me!

 

[AoNoDoY]

"What's so important about
confronting yourself anyway?"
Joe said. "That's all new-
age bullshit. I'm doing fine
with my characters and my
fiction, thank you very much.
It ain't gonna happen here, so
you can all stop holding your
breaths. The status is unclear,"
he said. "It's not all cut and dry
you know. People think it's all
cut and dry, one way or the other,
my way or the highway. Well it
isn't. I see you trying not to laugh.
Oh sure just let it go, laugh at
the conflicted boy." He crossed
his arms and squinted his eyes
and pushed out his lips in a pout.

 

[AoNoDoY]

Protestors walk and shout
in the twilight of her mind
The helmeted newscaster
reports back to the civilized
states. She sees the protestors
throwing rocks, raising their
hands, she feels the jack-booted
police, black shields, shooting tear
gas. What are they protesting?
She feels herself revolting
against her own mind, and it
hurts and she can't look anybody
in the eye, and it even seems to
affect her hair, sending it akimbo
like she just woke up but really
it's from leaning on it and pulling
it alone in her cubicle all day the
protestors marching her face
squished against her screen
eating electrons the protestors
want another kind of food

 

[AoNoDoY]

I was about to believe it that
people could go into other people
transpose their spirits it scared
me I don't like when they smile
seeing clearly the man on the roof
waving a white towel the telephone
they took the guns away the dead
bodies floated, white sheets on brown
water four years and the research
was complete the radio played static
the radio's voice turned into a child's
falsetto the popcorn bowl turned into
the stuffing inside your mom my hair
looked good today and my relationship
to women made sense my voice sounded
good today and the lightning between us
felt good like one of those glass balls with
the blue sparks I tapped the microphone
I missed the harmony but I smiled anyway
and flower shirt made a face and pulled the
guitar strings abducted babies are the rule
here empty red baskets I invited Holly for
lunch today but she was up to her elbows
in a dead body safety glasses rubber gloves

 

[AoNoDoY]

A man walked in my door just
now; my neighbor with his
axe. He's chopping me to
bits just now; I'm finding it
hard to relax.

I knew this day was coming all
the times I made fun of fat
people all the times I looked
at porn the time I tried to sell
my soul to the devil in exchange
for sex

He has white hair and a white
beard and he frowns all the time
my neighbor and creepy lips black
and cracked as if he'd been drinking
wine

He put his hand on my shoulder
and then it was all over I was
floating toward the light and
the singing The land of flannel
and grapes The land of doggie
doors and marshmallows Orange
paintings and skulls

 

[Palba_Noruda]

Blink

 

[AoNoDoY]

the mean old man who
wears combat boots was
outside on his stoop listening
to his police scanner and I could
hear that his mail order bride was
inside playing video games

the laundry mat around here closes
at ten pm just when i'm thinking of
beginning my laundry i ride my bike
away and the sun is setting and i
look in the window of the thrift store
they are selling a drum set and a pair
of fatigues the air is clear and i

ride across the empty parking lot
crumbling faded black top and piles
of sand the ants have carried there
I guess and for some reason with the
air being so clear and all i think of religion
and i can see the appeal and i think of
what it would be like to go all in and let
that take care of some things the way
my father did he let his religion get out
of hand though and it became such a
hardened rock that it destroyed his family

i rode to my friends house he lives in a low
brick home on the edge of the swamp the
house is built into the hill it's deep and lush
and green there two stories of glass walls
old home with modern furniture my favorite
place to sit and i ride my bike right into the
shade right up to the glass door and they
greet me with iced tea and we sit down
for a game it's in an old part of town

and the cemetery is on the other side of the
hill and i bicycle through the narrow paths
and read the names and there is a lovely
look out over the lake and a winding road
and a couple pushing a stroller soon enough
the beach will be full of bathers and beach
balls i stop at the convenience store on the

way home for diet 7-up my new favorite i
guess i'm turning over a new leaf a new
life style i'm thinking of moving of getting
a new job will i be able to pull it off i
fix my 7-up in a glass with ice at home
the mean old man has gone inside
i don't mix anything in my glass and
i feel confident that tonight will not
be a night that he stands outside
my window and lurks like he does

 

[KinkyLove4me]

Passion...



Silence.
Passion.
Breath.
His hands over me.
His body under me.
I rolled and then I didn't know where I was.
I fell back and then I fell in love.

 

[AoNoDoY]

I'm traveling light I'm
on the stage the red
curtain the red sport
coat my face is invisible
it's the only way to be
free no but me sees my
memories some lucky
night we may believe
the applause is more
than blinking lights

I tell my friends it
isn't so I am a triangle
We sit on the edge of
our stools and we touch
our glasses and you seem
like you're lost in a crowd
you are a coat on a rack
I am a triangle rest your
hood on your back and I'll
tip over and cause the floor
to shake and the murmur
to cease momentarily

Not tonight she said
she left it all on the stage
the computer screen was
spattered with blood her
handkerchief flung into
the trees the polite
audience stunned
into smiles and
confusion not
tonight she
said her computer
screen was her fruit
her fingers were dry
the rain would not come
she clapped her hands and
implored the wind but the trees
would not move the branches and
leaves stood still and only the stars
moved and Orion played a trombone

 

[Palba_Noruda]

I was ready

 

[Palba_Noruda]

Isocolon

She's been

 

[4degrees]

Five years, fives and fours
days march on forever and
i wonder, i wonder
do you remember
with some confidence today
i can say i'm over, yet
to the right, my shoulder
whispers the secret


Black strands whip my face
Red marks only stay a week
Weakened every moment that
I think of life without you
You are deeper than the ink
Of another, we eat each other
And now forever bound
Yet you'll be gone, and
When I'm remembered you
might smile, but nothing more.


Leave me before I succumb
To this pain that loves me so.

 

[Palba_Noruda]

I wonder

 

[4degrees]

I know Waukegan is not random
I know love is someone's resistance
I know nothing

Acceptance smashes against
Illusions never wanting to fade
Distance, distance, it grows
Slightly every day, spacing out
Time spent and my heart
Crumples like paper
Go from me again and watch
As this dreamy fool dangles
From a silver thread
That stretches from the
Weight of self loathing

 

[Palba_Noruda]

Cohen says

 

[Palba_Noruda]

Moving picture

 

[AoNoDoY]

Are you working on your homework?
Yes mom.
Are you jerking off to N.Y.P.D. Blue?
Yes dad.

Learn to clean your dishes
Clean up those chicken bones
You ran out of time and the scary show
ended badly. In other words you've got
enough on your hands with your make up
and your hair and such. You've enough on
your hands with your shoes and that rack
on the back of your bathroom door that is
so overburdened with shit that I'm afraid
to go in there. Perhaps you'll be sent to
the military academy where they'll straighten
you out all right. Get your nose out of your
friend's little asshole. Get your mouth off
of his cock. Get your nose clean.

Do you buy it, Captain?
Do you buy it for three days?
Five? Eleven? You said yourself
that I'm responsible for all this.
You said we're not in hurry.
Was that true? Are you
leaving now? Are you
going to hit me?
Are you buying it?
Are you giving the orders?
Who's there? Who do you think?
Your little skirt wearing friends?

 

[Palba_Noruda]

Kiss the

 

[AoNoDoY]

Everybody has forbidden
bellies and forgetful thighs

Everybody has a story
Every week we dance

And I became friends
with my dancer

Shoot the .44 magnum
Do you feel lucky, punk?

Everybody has forbidden
pleasantries and forgetful chats

Everybody loiters
Every week we blink

And I became a bomb
dancing in a warehouse

Everybody takes forbidden
chances and romantic prayers

Everybody has a relationship
Every week we go clubbing

And I broke up with him
because it wasn't getting better

Everybody has many minds
forbidden bellies and systematic fingers

lungs like army officers
tongues like shellfish
skin like winter sunsets
toes like air raid sirens

 

[Palba_Noruda]

Speaking

 

[4degrees]

bated breath,
slow but heated escaping
a narrow way between the
lips that you bite
cutting in with the edge of
a smile, astonished as
the darkness settles around
cups us in the palm of pain
while sugar falls like plaster dust
cat dander
coating us like poison doughnuts
so fucking sweet
i am centered and you wrap around
moving in and as one
absence of eyebrows never hides
the burn you feel when
i pave your soft pink way
with all the guts i've got
this is love, this is what it feels
like seconds away from dying
-that will be the moment
you recall this photographically.

 

[Basket_of_Apples]

optomistic for no good reason

It was bound
to happen, the falling
the landing upon my head.

There are many things one
must be grateful for,
among those

Half-blind men, good liquor
and rotten apples, late
in their falling.

 

[vampiredust]

Jam

It has been a while since
I last saw the moon making
moonlight above jam cooling

on a windowsill. Then, rain
beaded a curtain as gooseberry
jam clotted to my tea seeping

in a mug. The darkening liquid
made me remember how it was
our thing, plucking off berries

and shaking them like bells.
You expected to hear a song
but only the thrush and blackbird

echoed back. Now it is the last
of the season's strawberries
quietly thickening in their jars,

the sugar already absorbed,
the stains on the counter a nod
to what might have been.

 

[butters]

i just spent some time reading the last few pages of this thread.

some rich work going on here. so thought-provoking.